Crimson waves crashing into virgin white sand Staining the precious grains in my
hand Washing to shore puttered remains of dead fish Leaving at my door an
odorous bliss Drowning infants in a sea of blood Near the sadistic villiage
where people do not love Grasping the bodies of delicate innocent mermaids
Choking from them their life and all that was gay And along an oceanliner the
passangers are shocked And out there in the distance I see the sailors gawk.